Sleepless

 Just like how the sunlight catches the motes that at one moment were not there

A distant memory, forgotten, finally creeping its way up. 

Knocks at 1 AM and ask for you to remember.

You lose sleep.

…

And you lose sleep.

You toss and turn, trying to forget. But the more you try, the harder it is to forget.

You wish it wasn’t a memory, or wish you had a faulty one.

Cause it can’t seem to have happened the way you’re remembering it at 1 am.

And still, you’re awake, forced to remember. You shut your eyes…

God how awful it must have been

Cause the black canvas your shut eyes have created had been colored with your memory

Then it's daylight.

You see the sunbeam break through the window

And the motes danced in their light